This Friday it will have been ten years since my dad died.  Ten years. I'm not sure how I feel about that. Well, other than sad.  It's kind of crummy, how I can go a day or so now and realize that I haven't thought about him yet, when I used to think about him every day.  This sort of forgetting thing is really a bummer.  I don't want to forget.  I don't want my kids to forget.  I want to always remember.  Sometimes it takes me a minute to get a picture of his face in my mind, or remember what his voice sounded like.  I hate that. I do like that I can see traces of him in my kids at times...certain mannerisms that Jake has, or the way Rachie does something will trigger a memory of him for me.  It hurts my heart to know that Jake won't remember him and the two little girls never even got to meet him.  I miss my daddy.